Most nights I am reminded about 4 a.m. of Captain Hook’s dreaded tick-tock warning of the approaching crocodile. In my case, it’s the loudest clock ever invented, which happens to reside on the bedside table not far from my pillow. Such a loud TICK-TOCK for such a tiny portable clock.
During the day I don’t notice it; thus, I never remember to move the clock before I go to bed. But after something else awakens me – my bladder, a cough from my father, or whatever – the tick-tock is there to make further sleep nearly impossible. The sound promotes thinking; not the productive, creative sort of thinking I might enjoy even at 4 a.m., but the more worrisome kind of thinking – how will I announce my little vacation to Mom, and how will I tell Dad he’s going to spend his little vacation (from me) in skilled nursing with Mom?
Some nights I pray about whatever is on my mind. Other nights I pray that God will simply put me back to sleep quickly; never mind solving the problems.
These unresolved issues are like crocodiles chasing me through the swamp of my fear, indecision, insecurity. How much better I would sleep if I put troubling issues to bed early and the clock on the other side of the room.
Sue
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